 Hope Ain't Always Pretty, But It's Real. Let me tell you something right out the gate. I’m blessed. Not the kind of blessed you see on a greeting card, all gloss and no grit. I’m talking about the deep-down, been-through-the-fire kind of blessed. I am loved by the greatest God there ever was, and I don’t say that lightly. He’s my Father, my Savior, my surest, trust… and yeah, He’s my hope. But my hope don’t look like what you might think. When the Lights go out for Good A long time ago, a tragedy took my sight. Just like that. And let me keep it all the way real with you—when that happened, what the world calls “hope” packed its bags and left. It was gone. You find out what hope really is when you’re sitting there with empty hands and a dark world, and you have to reach for something you can’t even imagine. People talk about hoping for a new car, a better job. Baby, I was hoping to see a sliver of light. Any light. The sun, a lamp, the glow from the stove clock—anything. But it was all just… black. A darkness so thick you feel it. That’s when you learn. You either drown in that dark, or you find a light that doesn't come from this world. So here’s my truth. My hope is in Christ. Not because He magically flipped a switch and gave my eyesight back. He didn’t. Sometimes God fixes the situation, and sometimes He fixes you in the middle of the situation. What I’ve learned—in my singing, in my preaching, in just getting up and living for Him every single day—is that His light is the only one that matters. I’m talking about the Son. Not the big, bright ball in the sky (S-U-N), but the Savior who stepped into our mess (S-O-N). And let me tell you, His light? It shows you what you really need to see. Now, you might be wondering how a woman like me, who speaks her mind and has seen her share of trouble, came to trust Jesus so completely. It’s the oldest, simplest story there is, with a twist that still gets me. There’s an old song we sing, “I was blind, but now I see.” Well, my testimony is a little different. See, I had sight. I was seeing just fine. And then, in His wisdom, He allowed me to become blind. But here’s the kicker, the part that makes me shake my head in awe: I see clearer now than I ever did with 20/20 vision. I see people’s hearts. I see God’s hand where I used to be too busy looking at my own. I see what lasts and what just fades away. He took one kind of sight to give me a whole other kind—a kind that darkness can’t touch. That right there? That’s my hope in Jesus Christ. It’s not a flimsy wish. It’s the solid, heavy-weight, walk-through-anything truth that He sees what I can’t, and that’s enough for me. He’s my light. And that light? It’s more than enough.  LaQuasha Higgins is a minister, author, and voice of faith. She is a multifaceted minister, author, and communicator dedicated to sharing a message of authentic hope. A Los Angeles native, now based in Texas, she brings a unique blend of spiritual depth, artistic expression, and practical wisdom to a national audience. Her professional foundation is in Early Childhood Education, a field that honed her gifts for clarity, compassion, and foundational teaching.
This same heart for nurturing growth now informs her broader ministry. LaQuasha is the author of the newly released book "The Eyes of Faith: Seeing God in the Unseen," a powerful personal and theological exploration of hope refined through adversity. As a dynamic radio host, she helms the thought-provoking program Overturn the Tables, fostering candid conversations on faith, culture, and righteous conviction. An accomplished artist and singer, LaQuasha integrates creative expression into her mission. Her primary calling, however, is as an ordained minister of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. This vocation is the cornerstone of all her work, extending into her engaging podcast, where she delivers teachings that are both doctrinally sound and deeply relatable. Through every platform—the pulpit, the page, and the airwaves—LaQuasha Higgins empowers others to live with resilient faith and spiritual clarity.
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 Welcome back! Today is Day 3 of "12 Days of HOPE" in celebration of 10 years in ministry. For this post, I want to encourage you with another one of my "first" messages about Christ being the only HOPE. Below you will find another screenshot. This one was short but impactful. It was about how we can place our hope in so many things, in error, not knowing that they can't provide what we need. I went on to talk about seeking love from others. There were times in the past (even while walking through ministry) when I sought the love and hope in others. This was a great struggle for me, and I was disappointed time and time again because, as I said back in 2015, people can't give you what they don't have. Therefore, hoping in any human can leave us empty. No, I'm not saying you can't trust your spouse or other family members and friends. We absolutely can. However, the biblical definition of "hope" is when we are confident, secure, and without care (according to Job 6:20 and Psalm 16:9). There is no doubt attached to this kind of hope, which means our true, complete hope should be in Christ alone. Again, yes there are some instances when we are confident and secure (to a degree) in others, including our family, but the only one who can provide such security is the LORD alone. Only God can keep such unwavering promises. That's too much pressure on our loved ones anyway. They are humans like us. They are limited. They are not our saviors, Christ is. When we all are weak, He alone can hold us up in His strength (according to 2 Corinthians 12:9-11). Today, my hope in Christ is even greater than it was at the start of Hope in Christ. He has been faithful and has proving himself over and over. I challenge you to do the same. Say to yourself, "It's the Living Hope for me." But don't just say, try Him, and I promise you He will deliver. I put this phrase on a t-shirt as a reminder a few years ago. Check out the other image below. #Be Blessed and Hope in Christ!    Hope is often discovered in the very places we least expect it. For me, hope was born in a season of deep childhood pain. Around the age of seven, my life was shaken when both my mother and father fell into drug addiction. My mother would disappear for days at a time, leaving my siblings and me confused, scared, and wondering what we had done wrong. Each time she left, my grandmother would come and get us, trying her best to hold our world together. As a child, I internalized everything. I thought my mother didn’t want me. And for anyone who knows me, they know how much I love my mother. I would have lived anywhere on this planet as long as she was with me. So her absence felt like rejection, abandonment, and heartbreak. What I did not understand then was that my mother was fighting a battle for her life—a battle against bondage and spiritual warfare that was far bigger than me. Her struggle wasn’t a reflection of my worth; it was a reflection of her pain. But God has a way of using broken places as the birthplace of destiny. During this time, my grandmother consistently took us to church. It was there, in those pews and Sunday school classrooms, that I first learned about the love of God and the tactics of the enemy. I started reading the Word on my own, searching for comfort and answers. One day, I came across a verse that changed everything: “When my mother and my father forsake me, then the Lord will take me up.” That Scripture became a lifeline for me. It didn’t erase the hurt overnight, but it shifted something in me. I began to see God as the one who filled every empty space—Father, Mother, Protector, and Guide. Slowly, the wounds in my heart began to heal. What I once saw as abandonment, I started to see as the very soil where God was planting purpose. The pain that tried to break me ended up birthing ministry within me. By the time I turned thirteen, I had developed a habit of taking my fears, emotions, and questions to God in worship and prayer. Those intimate moments became my refuge. It was there—on my knees, in quiet rooms, with tears and whispers—that God started to speak to me. He gave me dreams and visions, showing me glimpses of the calling on my life. As my pastor began teaching about hearing God’s voice, I realized that the Lord had been guiding me long before I ever understood what was happening. Looking back now, I see that the enemy tried to destroy me early—but God used the very thing meant to break me as the foundation for my purpose. What began as childhood trauma became the training ground for intercession, compassion, and ministry. My journey reminds me daily that no matter how deep the pain, God is deeper still. And if you let Him, He will take what wounded you and turn it into the very thing that grows you.
 Welcome back to the blog! Today is Day 2 of "12 Days of HOPE" in celebration of 10 years in ministry. For this post, I wanted to share a word of inspiration about the power of prayer. Over the years, prayer has been essential in my life and in my ministry. Below I have shared a screenshot of one of the post from the start of the blog. As you can see, I had a prayer wall back then where I would go into my bedroom closet and pray. I would take note cards and write out prayer request and put them on the cork boards. This helped me a lot back then. Today, I don't use this method anymore, but I still pray without ceasing. I have a planner now where I list those in need of prayer. Now, as an ordained minister of the gospel, I have spent many days praying and even teaching on the power of prayer. In addition, God led me to create a few prayer resources for others to use. Prayer is never an option for believers, not just for our goals and aspirations, but we must continually pray and listen for direction from the Lord. This will keep us walking in His will and not our own. I would even say "listening" is even more vital than speaking in prayer. Why? Because God already knows our hearts and our concerns. However, we have to become disciplined in the area of listening. What ever you do, don't ever allow prayer to become nonessential in your life. I can tell you first hand, "God hears, and He answers. Through my prayer life, I have learned the following:
In closing, keep praying. He is the living God, and He hears. #Be Blessed and Hope in Christ!   Thank you again for celebrating this milestone with me. As I begin the celebration, I want to be the first to share my journey to Christ. Oh, what a journey it has been! I was at my lowest, wallowing in deep depression and low self esteem. That is where the LORD met me. I remember the day as if it was yesterday. I knew something needed to change. It all started when my husband and I moved over to Orlando, FL from my hometown. We both needed a change. We had gone through one of the hardest experiences of our lives, the loss of our first child. I miscarried after 5 weeks. That day changed my life. Prior to that time, I struggled with depression because of the other troubles I walked through in my younger years, but this took me into a deeper place of despair. I cried day in and day out, so we came to the decision to start fresh somewhere else, in a place where there weren’t so many bad memories. After our relocation, I was searching for someone to care for my hair, but God was setting me up for His redemption. I drove around this new city until I came to what seemed like a good place to stop and ask questions about hair care. I walked inside and noticed a woman staring at me. This was the beginning of my transformation. I became uncomfortable because the woman continued to stare. She then said, “God is going to bless you with a miracle. You will have a child.” I was stunned wondering, How does she know that I was told I could possibly never have more children? She couldn’t have known, but God knew. After that, the hair dresser told me she could take care of my hair, and so I stayed. That day changed my life. I shared with the beautician my struggles over the years, and she shared one phrase with me, “Want God more than you want anything else in this life.” I sat pondering her words and saying in my heart, I never knew I wanted something or someone more than You, God. On my way home, I continued to think about the words the woman shared. I then began to weep, asking God to show me how to draw near to Him. I wanted more. I needed more. There was no where else to turn. No one else knew, nor understood my pain, and no one else had the answer. NO ONE! Once I returned to the privacy of our apartment, I was relieved because I continued to weep. The LORD met me there. In my tears. In my sorrow. In my pain. He was ready to heal and deliver me bit by bit. And so He did. I grabbed my dusty Bible off of my bookshelf, and He led me to Matthew 6:33, “But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.” This caused me to weep even more because those words let me know that He was and is real, and He knows all things. You see, I hadn't read the Bible much prior to that day, but God spoke to me through it. He knew the "all things" for me was becoming a mother, but I didn't know the "all things" I needed was Him. My heart was shattered, and Christ was the mender of it. He then, at 24 years old, led me to surrender my life to His will, and so I did. I thanked Him for His presence in my life and the love I felt in my heart on that day. I didn't know what was next, but I knew there had to be more. Three years later!!!! Did you hear me? Three years later, he resurrected my womb. Where the doctors said, "No," God said, "Not so!" My husband and I were blessed with the miracle of our son, and the rest, as they say, is history. I've never looked back...only forward, not because of the miracle, but because He is the only truth, and I know that now. I've drawn to the only HOPE there is, Christ, our LORD. He established His purpose in me and has led me into 10 years of His ministry, "taking the message of the cross to the world." It ain't over. Yes, I said "ain't." Why? Because He is still on the throne! #Be blessed and HOPE in Christ
 Thank you for stopping by the blog! Today I will begin a "12 Days of HOPE" in celebration of 10 years in ministry. On 12/20/2025, Hope in Christ will celebrate 10 years in ministry. To lead up to that amazing day, there will be guest bloggers sharing their testimonies of how they came to hope in Christ. I will also share my 10 year journey and what other visions God has given me for this ministry. Below you will find a screenshot of the very first post. This was the day I officially launched the HOPE in Christ blog. I remember it as if it was yesterday. God had led me from writing my own devotions offline. I had written these pieces as the LORD walked me through my healing journey. I was terrified to release them to the public, but God impressed it upon my heart to help others who needed to heal as well. I remember praying about the title of the blog. God said, "Hope-in-Christ. I thought it was simple enough, but little did I know it was more complex than I could have imagined. You see, this was just the beginning. The LORD knew He could only give it to me bit by bit because I would have ran away. Where? I'm not sure, but I would have tried. From day one, Hope-in-Christ's mission has been to take the message of the cross to the world, and over the past 10 years, He has graced me to do just that. To date, HOPE-in-Christ Ministries has shared the message of the cross in 198 countries and counting through radio and podcast. I have made many connections internationally and continue to share the word as God leads. I am especially thankful for the connection with DORM Ministries International under the leadership of my amazing mentor Apostle Derashay, the Kingdom Strategist. With her help, God has guided me into areas I never thought I would walk. In addition, I have authored 12 books, written for magazines, and co-authored anthologies, sharing the message of the cross through women's Christian fiction, young adult fiction, and creating nonfiction resources to assist others with understanding God's word more. Finally, I have been blessed to speak at many venues to different audiences over the years as the message has remained in my heart and will continue. I'm so grateful He entrusted me with this vision, and I look forward to you all celebrating God's grace with me. Stay tuned!  |
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